Diana Kincade chopped vegetables while enjoying whatever was playing on the radio. She would have had this big dinner set up for her son’s return, but between having to get a few ingredients she forgot, as well as dealing with a few business calls, she ended up behind on cooking.
Of course, last she heard, there was a lot of traffic on the highway for some reason. Blessings in disguise in a way.
Well, they would be if it weren’t for the fact that her son was basically a gopher for a bunch of regressive shit stains that got away with too much. The food wasn’t to celebrate the team’s win. She honestly didn’t give a shit about Greg, Brad, or any of those other nincompoops. She was making this to remind her son that he was loved and cared for.
She giggled to herself a moment after she cleared her cutting board for the next item to be cut. She had already invited Lisa. No need for any bs of having to explain or play a shell game or whatever other silliness they would have had to pull for Ethan to get Lisa to come over without those meatheads noticing or saying anything.
She sighed, looking down at her own shirt.
Labyrinth College Minotaurs.
The logo was an older one, stretched around her large tits. She stood around in this school shirt and panties since Ethan would always make sure to text well in advance before arriving home. He learned his lesson after the last time he caught her and Ted fucking. In fact, he had her bent over this very counter when the poor dear arrived.
Ted might be nothing but a geeky tech guy, but he knew how to treat a woman in bed. And from what she hears from Lisa, Ethan was at least following in his father’s footsteps in that as well.
But yes. The shirt. Her shirt from when she was the cheerleader.
Hell, Brad’s father almost ended up as Ethan’s too back then. Thankfully, she broke up with the asshole and met Ted. Still, even David knew how to treat a gopher. It had been clear that Brad took the worst lessons from everything his dad probably taught him.
So many reasons to be thankful that she and Ted got together. Sure, she would have loved it if Ted was a little better built, but he was still cute in his own way. He loved his family, even if he would often seclude himself in tech projects. It was not out of any lack of love, but hyper-fixations. And he would always make it up to them afterward.
Honestly, Ted is just a good man and she was happy to be with him.
Part of why she liked dressing up like this when they were alone. When she was already down to her panties, it was a clear signal that he could bend her over and go to town whenever he wanted. It was partly because he wasn’t great with subtlety sometimes, but mostly cause she liked dressing like this. Recapture a bit of her youth in the form of being an openly sexual creature. She loved playing a lighter version of ‘the bimbo’ back in her college days. Now, she got to be the sexy hot MILF.
Honestly, she had to admit it was an upgrade if she did say so herself.
She bit her lip, rubbing her thighs together. She knew it was only a matter of time till Ted finished with his latest obsession. If not today, then definitely tomorrow. She had already made sure she had the time open for them too.
In a way, she was kinda glad Ethan was late. It was only his treatment that frustrated her.
Another sigh. She knew there was more waiting in Ethan. He had a good head, a few actually good friends in the cheer squad, and Lisa most of all. Might take a few more years, but he would find his way. But she wished he could find that something now rather than later.
Just then, the radio shuffled stations. Or at least it sounded like it with how the static and warped audio scrubbed through several shows and songs between crunchy static. The sound became crystal clear with a sudden cartoony ‘boing!’ and what seemed to be a tank full of water or some other fluid sloshing around. Even before any speaking happened, Diana got the strange idea that it was jiggling and bouncing tits filled with milk.
“You are listening to me, DJ Cowtits! How's your afternoon, Lactation Nation! Now, for a little break. How about some updates from your local areas? Last night was the big game between the Labrynth College Minotaurs and the Tartarus College Bulldogs. The game went long, but the Minotaurs came out on top. Just goes to show you, you mess with the bulls, you get the horns!”
The woman’s voice was sultry and bubbly. She reminded Diana of Katlyn Myers from her cheer team. Woman was one hell of a bimbo, full of light and horny as hell. As DJ Cowtits spoke, there was deep moo, the sound of a stampede, and then something like rocks smashing and glass breaking.
“And I must say, I am a huge fan of their cheerleading squad. Looked like they actually remembered to milk themselves this time. As you all know, if a cheerleader group doesn’t milk themselves before ‘Bovine Bells’ College Sports event, there is going to be quite the spectacle, mostly of them falling over each other in an orgy instead of cheering on their team. Much like happened last week at the penultimate game. But seems Brandi and and Grace got their girls fucked, milked, and on the field to cheer their amazon bulls to victory!”
Diana blinked at that. “Wait… what?” That didn’t make any sense. Cheerleaders needing to be fucked and milked before a game? Not to mention that she knew the team roster thanks to Lisa. There was no Brandi or Grace.
a mental image of two women with huge tits and cute horns, mooing while getting railed by Lisa and [Ethan], both tall, sexy amazon bulls, floated through her mind
Though… she had heard of the ‘Bovine Bells’ before. Something about a different category of college sports leagues separate from… human ones? Wait… that didn’t sound right?
While Diana wondered about that, a mild tingling itch blossomed in her nipples and clit. She leaned forward, bracing a hand against the counter top while holding a hand to her head and trying to remember whatever the hell she had heard this info before.
“Of course, now the football and cheerleader teams of the Minotaurs are stuck in traffic. And it's damn bad. Seems there is a massive cowgirl orgy a mile up the road and it caused the sort of backup that will take a few more hours to sort out.”
Hearing something that almost sounded normal again brought Diana distracted from the sensations of her nipples slowly growing larger and her clit sticking out enough to put a teeny tent in her panties.
“Yeah yeah. Already knew about the traffic-” She stopped and looked at the speaker. “Hold up, a massive what!?” She paused, warmth oozing between her legs at the thoughts bubbling up in her mind. The memories that had not been there before. Information that should be nothing more than fantasy but she was growing more certain was reality.
She was so lost in the strange thoughts that she missed the admission that DJ Cowtits had somehow caused the orgy.
“But in the meantime, I can keep you all entertained with some tit swelling, cock engorging, lactation activating hot tunes to grind and cum too! This next song is a special request from the Amazon Bull girls for their sexy MVP.”
A part of Diana’s mine remained confused. But the cowgirl that she was fast becoming smiled through the human’s lack of understanding. “Oh? I wonder who the MVP was this time.” The human part of her would have shook off the thought in yet more confusion, but the sensation of her shirt pulling tighter over her tits caused her to moan softly. She moved a foot over, taking a wider stance as she raised one hand up to caress a boob. A pressure started to build behind each nipple.
The changes weren’t too visible outwardly yet, but feeling the shifts and changes internally made them seem so much larger.
“This message goes out to Ethan Kincade. This song was dedicated to you along with a message from your team.”
The human Diana latched onto the name. Her son was getting a special message from… Amazon Bulls? Of course Amazon Bulls! They were teammates after all. Sounds like Lisa wanted to celebrate something.
For a moment, while the message was relayed, nothing more changed for Diana. Though the pressure in her tits remained, just static at the moment.
“Ahem, let's see. ‘Althena, you were the best last night! Not only did you carry our team to victory, but you embodied the very spirit of this team of Horny, milky, buff and bouncy sisters in arms. Let this tune get you pumped up and horny and then fuck everyone of those cheerlearder cowgirls!’ Yeah! Now that is a message with some heart… and a lot of heat, if you know what I mean.”
Diana felt so much pride in that moment. Her little girl had won the big game last night! Not just that, but to do such a good job that the rest of the team gave her first crack at the MILK Sorority girls? The entire bus of twenty bimbo cowgirls!? Right as Heat season was starting? Damn. After she fucked her wife, she was going to have to go out and get more suppiles. She didn’t have enough to make this dinner special enough! The arousal building inside her caused her to lean forward a bit, rubbing her clit against the counter top as a spot of dampness collected at the tip of each of her nipples.
...
“Wait. No. What?” The confused human side regained traction, even as her already large and sexy ass swelled slowly behind her. Athena? Heat Season? And… and…
Diana looked down at her chest. Normally when she didn’t wear a bra, as she was already doing today, her right nipple would be cupped by the ‘Y’ of ‘Labyrinth’ on the logo of her old school shirt. Even when she had Ethan and she was lactating, her engorged nipple would still just barely deform the letter. Now, not only were her nipples larger than even when she was pregnant, but her tits had swelled large enough that the ‘A’ was completely stretching out.
She looked behind her. It was harder to notice, but she was positive her ass was bigger. For that matter, didn’t the counter top come up to her waist before? For that matter, her clit was stretching out over the edge of the countertop by easily two full inches.
A glance at her arms showed that even her muscle tone was getting deeper and more defined while her whole arm slowly thickened.
Amazon Bull.
Athena takes after me.
I’m her father!
These thoughts floated through Diana’s mind as her clit stretched another inch, even gaining a little visible girth.
She grinned.
Why not? Amazon Bull Diana’s memories were so much happier. Athena was so much happier then Ethan was. Even if Diana could stop it, she decided not to resist. Whatever this DJ Cowtits was doing to her, and something told her it was the DJ’s doing, she welcomed it wholeheartedly.
“Alright, Athena, let DJ Cowtits get you MMOOOOOOOOOOOVing right along with a powerful jam to get that blood pumping, those tits producing, your pussy dripping, and your cock throbbing!!! Here is ‘Bolder than a Bull’ by Bessie and the Stampede!”
Much like her son turned Amazonian daughter, Diana’s whole body quivered with the first notes of the song. The subtle changes that had been building stopped being subtly all together. Her legs stretched longer and thick with powerful muscles. Her shirt grew tight around her chest; not only from her heavy tits, but her back broadening with strength and power. A tail stretched out from her spine, swishing with the rocking beat as the singer and the drums built up the tension through the end of the verse. Horns pushed out from her head, curling and shaping up and forward in a way that showed she really was her daughter’s parent. By the time the chorus was about to drop, her clothes were barely holding on her larger frame. She had grown from a five foot six MILF up to a seven foot Amazon.
She panted, the edge of her climax feeling like a spring winding up tightly in her belly. “Muh… mmmmuh… MuH!”
And the transformation wasn’t done yet.
“Virile, Fertile, Milkier than the Milky Way!
Tall, tough, stronger than them all!
The milkiest tits, the thickest cock, the widest hips, and the biggest heart!
Never forget-
You’re Bolder than a Bull!”
The chorus hit hard and fast. So did the last of her transformation. Diana’s body shot up two more inches, putting a little shorter than her daughter. The shirt fell away as her much larger body build burst through, her tits only slightly larger than Athena’s.
The big change was the sudden growth of her cock. It had barely gained any more size after becoming a four inch clit. But then the line ‘thickest cock’ reverberated through the tiny would be phallus. A rock hard, bovine cock shot forward, reducing Diana’s panties into a torn rubber band that had shot across the room. Her balls dropped audibly on the counter top as the raging hardon reached a full foot and a half with the girth that required most humans to use both hands to grip onto.
She knows, she remembers two classmates that did it.
Right as the line ‘Bolder then a Bull’ tickled her ears, her climax exploded. The sound that had been pushing up the back of her throat ripped out of her. It rumbled in her chest, out through her lips, and was so loud it shook the good china. “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUH!”
A splash of pussy juices fell to the floor, her mound gushing excitedly at her new self. Her nipples, the pressure rising through the whole change, were releasing sprays of thick, creamy milk all over. Cum as thick as yogurt blasted out the flattened tip of her cock. She gripped the counter top, causing the marble to crack as copious amounts of bovine spunk flew across the kitchen.
Her rapidly forming history told her that she had in fact measured her load before and she could easily produce over a gallon of cum.
And that was when it wasn’t even Heat Season.
Already half way through the next verse, Diana felt her climax ebb away. Her cock dribbled several more squirts of spunk all over the carrots she had been dicing. Her pussy quivered and drooled all over the floor, the puddle at her feat the largest she had produced in a while.
She looked at the mess she had caused. Almost two full gallons of bovine cum painted the side of the door frame and wall across the room and everything in front of her was completely ruined.
She grinned. Not only was it Heat Season now, but she was already in a really good mood. So of course she made a big hot mess. The second her wife walked in here, the bimbo was going to go into heat herself.
There was a good chance that tonight was going to end with Athena having a little sister…
Angie looked down at the huge tits she had. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered behind ‘human’. A few minutes ago, she had transformed rather suddenly into a full fledged bimbo cowgirl and had been using her dildos constantly while her arousal had been building. Her bed was a mess of girl cum and milk. Her mind was close to completely forgetting she ever was human, or that she even had a brother.
Trouble was, while her family saved up as best they could to send their children to college, they weren’t rich by any means. The human Angie remembers her father tried to act like some big shot rich man, even though they were pretty solidly lower middle class.
With the transformation, her father had become her mother and her mother had become a full fledged bull. The pair were currently loudly fucking in the master bedroom.
Taking after her mother and sister as a bimbo type cowgirl, she was already feeling her first heat. Even in this changed reality, some schools just weren’t great about teaching ‘the birds and the bees’ very well. She had questions. A curious phone number she found suggested she could get answers.
And so she dialed.
After a few rings, there was an answer. A few seconds later Angie could hear the echo of her words on the radio. She was awfully glad she turned it down first or it would be hard to speak given the effect the echo of her own voice would have.
Horny sounds surrounded Brandi, and many of which she had been adding to the whole time. There had been some loud noise that rumbled the bathroom. She had been about to make a joke that the dweeb was having some stomach troubles when her whole brain fogged up and her pussy twitched and clenched. Something about the sound told her that a big, virile bull was nearby. Unfortunately, even if her new self might be knowledgeable enough to guess what was happening, her through process was stuck on horny bimbo mode.
Thankfully, DJ Cowtits was getting a call that would ‘remind’ her of the answers.
“OH! A caller! Well, seems I better get the lab coat and smart girl glasses on.”
The sound of a struggle accompanied by what was clearly the squishing and bouncing of the DJ’s tits was followed by a pair of glasses unfolding and the bling of them reflecting the light as they were put on. DJ Cowtits giggled.
“Don’t worry, sweethearts, I’m still totally naked in the sound booth. Now, let's see. Hello caller, Doctor Cowtits is here to answer any of your burning questions, stoke your boiling arousal, or answer your steamy requests? Are you one of the herd or are you looking to join the Lactation Nation!?”
The young woman calling in was panting and clearly biting back a moan as she spoke.
“Um. I’m Angie Thomas. I’m actually a big fan of the Labyrinth College Minotaur cheerleader squad. I recently graduated high school.”
“OH, wow! Are you planning on getting into cheerleading?”
“I’m… not sure. But my question is… well… thing is… I’m really horny and… um…”
Angie’s voice had a needy edge that spoke to Brandi.
“Ah, I’m starting to understand. School and your parents failed you and you need a primer on cowgirl sex? Now, no judgement on the parents. Even the best ones can miss a thing or two and while I would love a supportive, fully funded public school system, it's just not the reality of things yet. But let's get off the sad topics and politics and instead let's get to talking about how great cowgirl sex is!!!”
The cowgirl part of Brandi’s brain felt like she already knew the answers, but the bimbo part was making it all kinda fuzzy. She was definitely looking forward to this primer. That and both women’s voices were adding to her needy arousal.
It felt so good to just listen.
‘Doctor’ Cowtits’ voice got serious for a moment, attempting to affect the authoritative voice of a teacher.
“For starters: Yes, cowgirls and humans are absolutely compatible in terms of genetics. Really we are basically the same in many many ways. The issue is more in the dicks and pussies involved. Even the smallest bull cock is just too big for a human pussy, so safely breeding a human is difficult at best. Going the other way, the configuration of a cowgirl’s pussy is such that all but the largest human dick is just not going to get deep enough. Not to mention the average human cum shot is like a few tablespoons of salty spunk. Barely a snack and almost too little to deliver the payload of little swimmers. Meanwhile, a bull cock’s smallest recorded ejaculation is a full cup with the largest known load is at least a gallon. And that was from an Amazon Bull. So, getting knocked up is already difficult between humans and cowgirls. And that is without accounting that cowgirl pregnancies are not all that high to begin with. When we get knocked up, we get knocked the fuck up. But even with as much cum as we can handle, it just seems that it's not a guarantee I guess. Maybe our eggs are too tough and only the strongest swimmers can get in there or something? Whatever, it just means even more sex is needed to get preggers. And really, I think that is a win anyway.”
Angie’s voice whimpered, the sound of what had to be a dildo sliding in and out of her pussy floating over the airwaves. Doctor Cowtits giggled a moment before continuing.
“Now focusing on just our Lactation Nation; cowgirls come variety of shapes and sizes, but let's focus on the ones with the biggest difference between them: Normal Cowgirls, Amazon Bulls, regular Bulls, and Bimbo Cowgirls and the most pressing detail you are clearly needing to know: Heat. Heat is felt by all but the normal man bulls. They can get aroused just like any other penis having person, but really nothing special. Then you have the Amazon Bulls. They experience heat, as in the drive to get pregnant, at least those Amazons that have both bits down there. But generally, they are the most in control. Your typical cowgirl? Well, they feel an intense arousal and they start to ovulate. They can still control themselves and even work productively at their jobs, albeit at a reduced capacity.”
The young girl’s voice responded mostly with affirmative sounds, clearly listening, though it was clear her climax was building fast.
“A… and… mmm… Bimbo Cowgirls? I… I need to know.. I… I am one… Doc… God, your voice is so sexy.”
“Oh, sweetly, flattery will get you tongued tonight. But seriously, a Bimbo Cowgirl going into heat is like a porno come to life. It is controllable… as long as you're not around a bull. Even the sound of a bull Mmmmooooooing will start a cowgirl’s engine purring loudly.”
Brandi looked at her fingers, digging into her sopping pussy, and then over to her sorority sisters. All of them were in various states of masturbation and making out. She turned her eyes to the bathroom door, her fuzzy mind building a new picture. The memory of the dedication of the last song swimming amongst the images of cocks and getting railed. The shape of a woman, tall, sexy, hung started to form. A fantasy or a memory? She wasn’t sure.
But fuck did she need to get plowed and milked so badly right now.
“Once in the presense of a bull, a bimbo cowgirl will think of nothing else but getting fucked. Often the instinct is to bend over or get on one’s knees and present their pussies. It's for this reason that Bimbo Cowgirls rarely, if ever, wear panties. More than that, while heat only usually happens once a year for typical cowgirls, a Bimbo is always in a low key heat. This is why she requires fucking and a milking before actually doing any job she is being asked to do. Don’t think that means we don’t go into a ‘full heat’ with the rest of the girls. It’s just less a ‘season’ and more that we have different gears.”
The door to the bathroom finally opened, drawing the attention of all the women on the bus. Brandi watched the person coming out of the bathroom through two sets of eyes.
Brad saw the pipsqueak dweeb that he had been teasing and tormenting. Not even five foot five, scrawny, with a silly achorn dick. Even as Brandi, her impulse to tease and humiliate the guy was strong. Actually more so, since as a bimbo cowgirl, cock size was a must and she had seen that pathetic little thing. Milly had suggested once that maybe the dweeb was a 'grower', but like that little cocklette could have become anything other than a disappointment.
Thing was, Brandi didn't see what Brad saw. She saw a seven and a half foot BULL. She remembered this woman's power and strength on the field. Her arms were strong and her tits almost as massive as any bimbo. Her waist was trim and her core well defined. Her hips were as wide as two of the dweeb standing side by side. And her thighs, no, the whole of both of her legs were like powerful tree trunks. Brandi could just imagine how easily Athena could crush watermelons between those juicy thighs.
But more than that, more than even the stream of pussy juices trickling down the Amazon Bull’s thighs, was Athena's virile nature. Her large nutsack and that huge cock. That damn thing had to be something like a foot or more and easily thicker than a soda can at least. A note of pride inside Brandi knew that no regular human could handle a beast like that. Only sexy cowgirls like her squad could satisfy and be satisfied by a member that large and thick.
The sound of bouncing tits and sloshing milk was followed by the light clacks of a pair of glasses being removed and a distant crack suggested they had been tossed aside. The young girl DJ Cowtits was talking to cried out several times while she added a bit of news to the end of her lecture. The news itself causing Angie to climax audibly.
“That is the end of the lesson, sweetie. But I do have an update on this year’s Heat Season. As many of the Lactation Nation know, the start of our heat cycle tends to happen right around the end of the football season. Some think that it was planned that way since the Bimbo Cowgirls would end up just uselessly fucking on the field instead of cheering on the bulls. But this year, experts warn that the heat wave is going to be the hottest since the 70s. Not only that, but there apparently is something in the water or the air or whatever and there are already signs of hyper virility, hyper fertility, and even accelerated pregnancies. A rare occurrence that hasn’t been seen since after the last world war. So, ladies? If you don’t want to get knocked up this season, order your supply of vibrators and batteries through the mail and stay locked up for at least the next week. Those of you already near a bull? Well, enjoy the ride.”
The thumps of Athena's steps sent shockwaves of lust through every single bimbo on the bus. Her bovine grunt caused their pussies to drool with hunger. The musky virility wafting through the air from her positively drove them all into heat.
While most any cowgirl's heat was something more akin to human lusts and, while distracting, can be resisted and even controlled; a bimbo cowgirl of the quality found in Brenda and her sorority would find their very thought process boiled in heat and the need to breed.
Each and every one of the bimbos on the bus were suddenly on their knees, tails hung over the sides of their massive asses, presenting their sopping wet pussies. Brandi could actively feel her body ovulate as the Brad part of her memories and personality were buried more and more under the boiling heat melting their rational thoughts. If she didn't get that cock into her soon, she would be stuck in full, witless bimbo mode for days even after getting fucked silly. She mooed along with her sister bimbos. The sounds were desperate and needy. She had prided herself on keeping her wits normally when milking. But milking and being in the presence of a prime amazon bull were two wholly different things.
The heavy thumps of Athena's bare feet tromped past each girl, their moos rising louder as she passed them by. She gazed down at Brandi, and the little bit of brad that could barely push a mental eye past her animalistic heat saw the smug smirk. The large woman continued on, her delicious looking cock and sumptuous tits bouncing teasingly as she moved further down the length of the bus.
“And with that, the Milky Milkers forecast is showing a greater production of milk and pussy juices, so get out those umbrellas and wear those goggles cause there will be splashback! The preggers index is showing 150% chance of getting knocked the fuck up!!! All bimbos better lock yourselves up, get a partner fast, or suffer full on horny marshmallow brain for the next week solid! And you know what? I got just the music to inspire some good old fashioned fucking. I’m going to give your ears a good fucking with “Mootherhood Mayhem” by the Spermdoners while your partner gives it too you, long, hard, and frequently. May your orgasms be wet and loud, and your partners be attentive and enduring! Let's spin that track!”
When the sound of Athena's foot falls stopped, many of the bimbos couldn't help raising their heads to see who was chosen to be first to get fucked. Even as the first sounds of the music played, the sorority of Mu Iota Lambda Kappa felt both joy and jealousy.
Apparently the driver cabin door had opened and Maria had her own naked, wet and needy pussy on display. Athena's hands were already gripping the driver's plush hips and sliding her cock between the smaller woman's asscheeks.
Seeing the deliberate act of choosing someone, especially not even a cheerleader, caused Brandi's mind to melt down, coating the Brad inside in lustful submission. She mooed again and again, spreading her pussy open and shaking her ass, doing what came to mind for her to grab her bull's attention.
Unfortunately for her, so did all the other women on the bus. And all the while, Athena seemed to only have eyes for Maria Cruz.
The song started slow and romantic, with a deeply resonating bass beat. Athena sunk her fingers onto the driver’s soft hips. She leaned forward, kissing Maria’s shoulder. The woman under her writhed and mooed softly. Somehow having a bull in control calming the heat for a moment.
“Cowgirls deserve a gentle touch and a kiss for luck
Bimbos crave a slow dance every once in a while.”
The singer, whose voice was something androgynous but deep, kept the pace slow at the start, pausing to let the sultry instrumentals speak for themselves here and there.”
“And you, my dear, deserve the stars and the moon.
But a Milky Way is what you’ll get as you cum all over the tile.”
Athena slid her hands up along Maria’s sides and then over her massive tits, giving them a soft and teasing squeeze, causing Maria to quiver at her touch. She continued the gentle massage while rubbing her cock between the valley of Maria’s asscheeks, keeping pace with the beat. As the first verse continued, she moved her fingertips over the slim shape of Maria’s arms, over her shoulders, down her back, and then up to her tits again. The smaller bimbo cowgirl whimpered and thrust her hips back with her needy urgency returning rapidly along with the music's ascending energy.
“Because I’m starting slow and ending fast.
You’ll rock low and spread wide.
We’ll moo on to the heavens while my deep dick drives you to a-”
Athena leaned back, using one hand to make sure the top of her cock was lined up just right, before she pushed. Maria gripped the sides of the cabin door frame as her thighs quivered from the pressure of her pussy stretching wide open. Athena took hold of her lover’s hips once again, feeling the music about to go as hard as she was.”
The music didn’t disappoint. A metal guitar screeched as the vocalist belted out the chorus.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHERHOOD MAYHEM!!!!”
There was no stopping it. Between her own heat, the thick fog of arousal in the air, and the sheer vice-like grip of Maria’s bovine cunny, Athena drove her cock forward full force. She didn’t even register pulling back. Only rutting hard and fast. The walls gripping her were slick and hot. Not only that, but the sensation all along her length was driving her forward. The desire to knock her bimbo fuck buddy was all she could think about.
Both women grunted, their moos and groans clipped by the pistoning action of Athena’s powerful hips. Wet slaps filled the air and were joined as twenty other women were masturbating to the sight, each wishing that was them. Their minds in lustful meltdown.
Athena felt her balls churning and her cock swelling up, reading to deliver her load. She pressed Maria down to the floor, going down to her own knees and focusing on drilling the bimbo brainless.
Maria happily complied with her bull. She had never, in either memory, felt so submissive and loved. her tits gushed milk just being squeezed between her and the floor. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy squirted and sprayed from multiple chained orgasms.
With another roar that sent erotic waves through the other cowgirls, Athena buried her cock all the way in and blasted cum directly into Maria’s womb. The climax lasted longer than the one she had back in the bathroom. Later she would wonder if it was some combination of actually fucking someone, her complete acceptance of her new self, and giving into her heat.
What mattered in that moment, was enjoying the feeling of Maria’s belly swelling with her seed.
The last couple of squirts left her cock and Athena relaxed against Maria’s milk soaked back. It was at that moment that Athena remembered that, even though she was a bull, she was an Amazon Bull. Meaning she added to the large quantities of lady spunk pooling on the floor and her tits were still squirting just a little from the remains of her own orgasm. She smiled and noticed her cock was still hard.
Right. Heat.
She kissed Maria’s cheek and slowly pulled out. A large ‘bloop’ of cum pushed out from the driver’s cunny, bovine cream painting her thighs white. Athena nodded happily before standing up and looking at the buffet of asses, mouths, and especially pussies that she was going to plow through.
While the Amazon Bull moved away from her, Maria rolled over. She rubbed her shrinking belly. The angle of a cowgirl’s vaginal canal and womb was such that it made sure an ample amount of cum stayed in, even if somewhere to squeeze out the cervix. But even then, she had been filled with so much that the pressure was pushing quite a bit out.
Only… her tummy didn’t stay small. Once she hit the general look of early to mid pregnancy, Maria felt a pressure on her womb. Something inside her was getting bigger, and heavier. It was slow compared to how fast her womb was filled a moment ago, but many many times faster than a normal pregnancy. Even while her bull worked through the other women, her tummy continued to expand. In minutes, her belly was pushing her tits up with the sheer size of her pregnancy.
And then she felt a kick.
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